At last, the end of the semester ? the season of Blue Book emergencies and Red Bull-fueled all-nighters ? is upon us.
I recently had a mini existential crisis in the self-checkout line at Kroger, a place where I imagine thousands of such dilemmas have occurred, from ?But I typed in the produce code for red grapes, not green!
The final push before graduation has me thinking about a phenomenon I have dubbed the Magical Post-Collegiate Compression.
Some sounds are inherently pleasing to the ear ? a favorite song, a crashing wave, a giggling child ? and in my opinion, the charming tone of a British accent.If ?Love Actually? taught me anything, it?s that we?re all suckers for a British accent, girls and guys alike.
It may only be February, but Spring Break is almost upon us. Though with the alternating 30- and 60-degree days we?ve been having, I can see how you might be confused as to what season we?re even in.In anticipation of the break, people already are hanging up winter coats, trading boots for flip-flops and doing that weird wire-walking thing between trees on the Lawn.
When I was eight years old, I had three loves ? my colored markers, my Barbies and my Disney movies.
Happy belated New Year, faithful Cav Daily readership! I know I?m a few weeks late, but let?s pretend you just finished ringing in 2009.
As I sit here, the day after Thanksgiving, only just coming out of my food coma, I?m trying to think: What is the opposite of this feeling, the reverse of satisfaction, delight and relaxation?
Despite a reputation as tech-savvy and click-happy, many in our generation are far from being true cyber-connoisseurs.
Happy Election Day, everybody! On this most noble and patriotic of holidays, I?d like to remind you to rock the vote or get out the vote, or in the more threatening words of P.
